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Royally Matched by Emma Chase on sale everywhere February 21st!!
Read a fiery excerpt of this upcoming Romantic Comedy, enter to
WIN a signed paperback of Royally Screwed and Royally Matched
& pre-order your copy!
Sarah
Henry leans back against the door, watching me. His eyes shine with an intense, almost dangerous light. Everything about him is tight and coiled—his jaw, his shoulders, his clenched hands.
A shiver ripples under my skin as he stalks forward, like a jaguar or lion—all smooth grace and lethal power. He grips the back of his shirt as he goes, sliding it up and off, revealing the tight, sinewy muscles of his arms and abdomen. Lounge pants hang low on his hips, displaying a dusting of golden hair that trails a path beneath the waistband. And the image of rubbing my cheek, my lips against that hair springs up in my mind. Will it be soft? Wiry? Would Henry moan if I blew on it or would he grip my hair and move my mouth to more interesting places?
When he reaches the bed, he wraps his hand around my ankle and jerks me down to the edge. "I've been thinking about this all day."
It’s only when I speak, that I realize I’m breathless. "About what?"
And the man who will be my King, sinks to his knees before me.
"About tasting you. I'm going to lick you until my tongue gives out. Any objections?"
Oh God…
His lips slide into an adorably crooked half-smile. “Speechless, love? Was it something I said?”
His hands slide up my skirt, grasping my panties and skimming them off my hips and down my legs. His movements sure and confident.
Then he looks at the beige, silk material in his hand, almost curiously. “How do you do that? Make something so plain into something so hot I could come in just two pumps?”
Then he presses my panties to his face and inhales—his eyes sliding blissfully closed.
Oh my God…
He doesn’t remove my skirt, but pushes it up to my waist—exposing me to the cool air and his simmering gaze. My heartbeat pounds in my ears, not swift and erratic, but in a deep, hard, steady rhythm.
Henry kisses my calf muscle, then behind my knee. “I need your words sweet Sarah. Do you want me to lick you?”
“Yes.” I whisper so softly I can barely hear myself.
“Say it. Say, put your mouth on me Henry. Taste me, kiss me, fuck me with your tongue.”
I’m going to die. He’s going to kill me with words and excitement and need.
“Yes, all of it.” I swallow and try to give him what he wants. “Taste me, Henry. Fuck me w—”
I don’t finish—because with a deep groan, he’s on me. Mouth sucking and licking, hungry—starving. And it’s amazing. Dizzyingly divine. My skin feels electrified and warm, wet pulsing pleasure pumps in my veins. I let my head drop back to the bed because I can’t hold it up anymore and my legs spread wider, hips writhing. Wanting him, wanting this, wanting to let him do anything and everything just so long as he never stops touching me.
“It’s so good…so good…Henry.”
My words are incoherent like my thoughts and I don’t really know what I’m saying.
He cups my bottom and holds me up to his mouth. I feel his teeth against my soft lips, his tongue lapping up and down, tracing firm circles around my clitoris again and again.
But then he shifts his mouth, nibbling the tender skin of my upper thigh. “Give me your hands.” Henry says, his breath hot against me.
I lift my arms and offer my hands. He puts them right where he wants them—between my legs, fingers holding me open to him, my thumbs at my cleft, exposing my most sensitive flesh.
“Stay just like that.” Henry rasps. “Fuck, look at you.” He licks me with the very tip of his tongue. “Such a pretty, pink, tight pussy.”
Ohmygodohmygodohmygod....
“You like those words, don’t you?” His finger drags across my slick opening, slowly circling and circling. “They make you wet.”
“It’s so…dirty.” I pant, but I don’t feel at all embarrassed.
“That’s why it’s fun.” He presses a kiss to my clit and I moan so loud. “Because you’re so fucking sweet.”
Then Henry lifts his eyes to mine. “Now, Sarah…watch.”
Henry leans back against the door, watching me. His eyes shine with an intense, almost dangerous light. Everything about him is tight and coiled—his jaw, his shoulders, his clenched hands.
A shiver ripples under my skin as he stalks forward, like a jaguar or lion—all smooth grace and lethal power. He grips the back of his shirt as he goes, sliding it up and off, revealing the tight, sinewy muscles of his arms and abdomen. Lounge pants hang low on his hips, displaying a dusting of golden hair that trails a path beneath the waistband. And the image of rubbing my cheek, my lips against that hair springs up in my mind. Will it be soft? Wiry? Would Henry moan if I blew on it or would he grip my hair and move my mouth to more interesting places?
When he reaches the bed, he wraps his hand around my ankle and jerks me down to the edge. "I've been thinking about this all day."
It’s only when I speak, that I realize I’m breathless. "About what?"
And the man who will be my King, sinks to his knees before me.
"About tasting you. I'm going to lick you until my tongue gives out. Any objections?"
Oh God…
His lips slide into an adorably crooked half-smile. “Speechless, love? Was it something I said?”
His hands slide up my skirt, grasping my panties and skimming them off my hips and down my legs. His movements sure and confident.
Then he looks at the beige, silk material in his hand, almost curiously. “How do you do that? Make something so plain into something so hot I could come in just two pumps?”
Then he presses my panties to his face and inhales—his eyes sliding blissfully closed.
Oh my God…
He doesn’t remove my skirt, but pushes it up to my waist—exposing me to the cool air and his simmering gaze. My heartbeat pounds in my ears, not swift and erratic, but in a deep, hard, steady rhythm.
Henry kisses my calf muscle, then behind my knee. “I need your words sweet Sarah. Do you want me to lick you?”
“Yes.” I whisper so softly I can barely hear myself.
“Say it. Say, put your mouth on me Henry. Taste me, kiss me, fuck me with your tongue.”
I’m going to die. He’s going to kill me with words and excitement and need.
“Yes, all of it.” I swallow and try to give him what he wants. “Taste me, Henry. Fuck me w—”
I don’t finish—because with a deep groan, he’s on me. Mouth sucking and licking, hungry—starving. And it’s amazing. Dizzyingly divine. My skin feels electrified and warm, wet pulsing pleasure pumps in my veins. I let my head drop back to the bed because I can’t hold it up anymore and my legs spread wider, hips writhing. Wanting him, wanting this, wanting to let him do anything and everything just so long as he never stops touching me.
“It’s so good…so good…Henry.”
My words are incoherent like my thoughts and I don’t really know what I’m saying.
He cups my bottom and holds me up to his mouth. I feel his teeth against my soft lips, his tongue lapping up and down, tracing firm circles around my clitoris again and again.
But then he shifts his mouth, nibbling the tender skin of my upper thigh. “Give me your hands.” Henry says, his breath hot against me.
I lift my arms and offer my hands. He puts them right where he wants them—between my legs, fingers holding me open to him, my thumbs at my cleft, exposing my most sensitive flesh.
“Stay just like that.” Henry rasps. “Fuck, look at you.” He licks me with the very tip of his tongue. “Such a pretty, pink, tight pussy.”
Ohmygodohmygodohmygod....
“You like those words, don’t you?” His finger drags across my slick opening, slowly circling and circling. “They make you wet.”
“It’s so…dirty.” I pant, but I don’t feel at all embarrassed.
“That’s why it’s fun.” He presses a kiss to my clit and I moan so loud. “Because you’re so fucking sweet.”
Then Henry lifts his eyes to mine. “Now, Sarah…watch.”
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MORE About Royally Matched
Some men are born responsible, some men have responsibility thrust upon them. Henry Charles Albert Edgar Pembrook, Prince of Wessco, just got the motherlode of all responsibility dumped in his regal lap.
He’s not handling it well.
Hoping to force her grandson to rise to the occasion, Queen Lenora goes on a much-needed safari holiday—and when the Queen’s away, the Prince will play. After a chance meeting with an American television producer, Henry finally makes a decision all on his own:
Welcome to Matched: Royal Edition.
A reality TV dating game show featuring twenty of the world's most beautiful blue bloods gathered in the same castle. Only one will win the diamond tiara, only one will capture the handsome prince’s heart.
While Henry revels in the sexy, raunchy antics of the contestants as they fight, literally, for his affection, it’s the quiet, bespectacled girl in the corner—with the voice of an angel and a body that would tempt a saint—who catches his eye.
The more Henry gets to know Sarah Mirabelle Zinnia Von Titebottum, the more enamored he becomes of her simple beauty, her strength, her kind spirit…and her naughty sense of humor.
But Rome wasn’t built in a day—and irresponsible royals aren’t reformed overnight.
As he endeavors to right his wrongs, old words take on whole new meanings for the dashing Prince. Words like, Duty, Honor and most of all—Love.
Some men are born responsible, some men have responsibility thrust upon them. Henry Charles Albert Edgar Pembrook, Prince of Wessco, just got the motherlode of all responsibility dumped in his regal lap.
He’s not handling it well.
Hoping to force her grandson to rise to the occasion, Queen Lenora goes on a much-needed safari holiday—and when the Queen’s away, the Prince will play. After a chance meeting with an American television producer, Henry finally makes a decision all on his own:
Welcome to Matched: Royal Edition.
A reality TV dating game show featuring twenty of the world's most beautiful blue bloods gathered in the same castle. Only one will win the diamond tiara, only one will capture the handsome prince’s heart.
While Henry revels in the sexy, raunchy antics of the contestants as they fight, literally, for his affection, it’s the quiet, bespectacled girl in the corner—with the voice of an angel and a body that would tempt a saint—who catches his eye.
The more Henry gets to know Sarah Mirabelle Zinnia Von Titebottum, the more enamored he becomes of her simple beauty, her strength, her kind spirit…and her naughty sense of humor.
But Rome wasn’t built in a day—and irresponsible royals aren’t reformed overnight.
As he endeavors to right his wrongs, old words take on whole new meanings for the dashing Prince. Words like, Duty, Honor and most of all—Love.
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Emma Chase is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the hot and hilarious Tangled series and The Legal Briefs series. Emma lives in New Jersey with her husband, two children and two naughty (but really cute) dogs. She has a long-standing love/hate relationship with caffeine.
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